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Two soldiers held a really splendid steed, who, moving his ears and distending his nostrils, pushed forward his head and looked with frightened eyes at his master.

โ€œBut the horse will be ours, Lieutenant?โ€ put in, with an inquiring tone, the sergeant.

โ€œDog believer! would you deprive a Christian of his horse in the steppe?โ€

โ€œBut it is our bootyโ โ€”โ€

Further conversation was interrupted by stronger breathing from the suffocated man.

โ€œPour gorailka into his mouth,โ€ said the lieutenant, undoing his belt.

โ€œAre we to spend the night here?โ€

โ€œYes. Unsaddle the horses and make a good fire.โ€

The soldiers hurried around quickly. Some began to rouse and rub the prostrate man; some started off for reeds to burn; others spread camel and bear skins on the ground for couches.

The lieutenant, troubling himself no more about the suffocated stranger, unbound his belt and stretched himself on a burka by the fire. He was a very young man, of spare habit of body, dark complexion, very elegant in manner, with a delicately cut countenance and a prominent aquiline nose. In his eyes were visible desperate daring and endurance, but his face had an honest look. His rather thick mustache and a beard, evidently unshaven for a long time, gave him a seriousness beyond his years.

Meanwhile two attendants were preparing the evening meal. Dressed quarters of mutton were placed on the fire, a number of bustards and partridges were taken from the packs, and one wild goat, which an attendant began to skin without delay. The fire blazed up, casting out upon the steppe an enormous ruddy circle of light. The suffocated man began to revive slowly.

After a time he cast his bloodshot eyes around on the strangers, examining their faces; then he tried to stand up. The soldier who had previously talked with the lieutenant raised him by the armpits; another put in his hand a halbert, upon which the stranger leaned with all his force. His face was still purple, his veins swollen. At last, with a suppressed voice, he coughed out his first word, โ€œWater!โ€

They gave him gorailka, which he drank repeatedly, and which appeared to do him good, for after he had removed the flask from his lips at last, he inquired in a clear voice, โ€œIn whose hands am I?โ€

The officer rose and approached him. โ€œIn the hands of those who saved you.โ€

โ€œIt was not you, then, who caught me with a lariat?โ€

โ€œNo; the sabre is our weapon, not the lariat. You wrong our good soldiers with the suspicion. You were seized by ruffians, pretended Tartars. You can look at them if you are curious, for they are lying out there slaughtered like sheep.โ€

Saying this, he pointed with his hand to a number of dark bodies lying below the height.

To this the stranger answered, โ€œIf you will permit me to rest.โ€

They brought him a felt-covered saddle, on which he seated himself in silence.

He was in the prime of life, of medium height, with broad shoulders, almost gigantic build of body, and striking features. He had an enormous head, a complexion dried and sunburnt, black eyes, somewhat aslant, like those of a Tartar; over his thin lips hung a mustache ending at the tips in two broad bunches. His powerful face indicated courage and pride. There was in it something at once attractive and repulsiveโ โ€”the dignity of a hetman with Tartar cunning, kindness, and ferocity.

After he had sat awhile on the saddle he rose, and beyond all expectation, went to look at the bodies instead of returning thanks.

โ€œHow churlish!โ€ muttered the lieutenant.

The stranger examined each face carefully, nodding his head like a man who has seen through everything; then he turned slowly to the lieutenant, slapping himself on the side, and seeking involuntarily his belt, behind which he wished evidently to pass his hand.

This importance in a man just rescued from the halter did not please the young lieutenant, and he said in ironyโ โ€”

โ€œOne might say that you are looking for acquaintances among those robbers, or that you are saying a litany for their souls.โ€

โ€œYou are both right and wrong. You are right, for I was looking for acquaintances; and you are wrong, for they are not robbers, but servants of a petty nobleman, my neighbor.โ€

โ€œThen it is clear that you do not drink out of the same spring with that neighbor.โ€

A strange smile passed over the thin lips of the stranger.

โ€œAnd in that you are wrong,โ€ muttered he through his teeth. In a moment he added audibly: โ€œBut pardon for not having first given thanks for the aid and effective succor which freed me from such sudden death. Your courage has redeemed my carelessness, for I separated from my men; but my gratitude is equal to your goodwill.โ€

Having said this, he reached his hand to the lieutenant.

But the haughty young man did not stir from his place, and was in no hurry to give his hand; instead of that he saidโ โ€”

โ€œI should like to know first if I have to do with a nobleman; for though I have no doubt you are one, still it does not befit me to accept the thanks of a nameless person.โ€

โ€œI see you have the mettle of a knight, and speak justly, I should have begun my speech and thanks with my name. I am Zenovi Abdank; my escutcheon that of Abdank with a cross; a nobleman from the province of Kiev; a landholder, and a colonel of the Cossack regiment of Prince Dominik Zaslavski.โ€

โ€œAnd I am Yan Skshetuski, lieutenant of the armored regiment of Prince Yeremi Vishnyevetski.โ€

โ€œYou serve under a famous warrior. Accept my thanks and hand.โ€

The lieutenant hesitated no longer. It is true that armored officers looked down on men of the other regiments; but Pan Yan was in the steppe, in the Wilderness, where such things were less remembered. Besides, he had to do with a colonel. Of this he had ocular proof, for when his soldiers brought Pan Abdank the belt and sabre which were taken from his person in order

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